Maya gripped the gun so tight that her knuckles were white as she stepped outside. The sight of the angels was awe-inspiring, but not in a good way like one would expect. Instead of being beautiful and cherubic, as angels were often depicted, these were ugly terrifying things, some even had multiple tongues, and arms. Before Maya could truly gather herself, one of the angels bee-lined right for her. Why her? [color=662d91][b]"Not you! She's coming for me, silly! This angel doesn't like me much. Let's shoot her."[/b][/color] With uncertain hands, Maya rose the gun in self defense. After some awkward panicking, she manage to actually fire the weapon, missing the first few shots before her aim improved. The last couple of bullets clipped an arm, a leg, and it's shoulder before the tell-tale clink of an empty chamber sounded. Panicking again, as the angel was still rapidly coming towards her, Maya backed up until she was pressed against the wall and kept pulling the trigger of the unloaded gun. "Reload, you dummy! The ammunition in your belt!" Right, of course, how could she forget something like that. Maya's trembling fingers grasped a clip and pulled it from her belt, but her fingers were shaking so badly that she couldn't manage to get the clip in. 

It was too late, this was how she was going to die: backed up against a Scotish castle wall, cowering in fear from a supposedly 'holy' creature before it gutted her. Maya closed her eyes tight in fear, falling into a state of acceptance that this was the end. [color=662d91][b]"I'm not going to let you die."[/b][/color] This time, Nightmares' voice wasn't only in her head, but spoken aloud through her own lips. And when Maya opened her eyes, they were no longer her own, instead the irises glowed a purple so dark it was nearly black. With a growl, Nightmares cast a terrifying illusion in front of Maya in the image of three huge hell hounds that barked and snarled at the angel. They weren't real, of course, and they couldn't actually harm the angel, but even the sight of a creature from hell was enough to make the angel back up, giving Nightmares enough time to reload the gun and fire a few bullets straight into the chest of the angel. [b][color=662d91]"Sweet dreams, dearie." [/color][/b]Nightmares said with an evil giggle.